#Erotica Every Day: What We Need Here
September 26
What We Need Here© 2018 Giselle Renarde
Jenny glanced at the classroom clock while Brendan’s mom continued her tirade. Nothing too good for her son, he wasn’t getting the support he needed, who could possibly understand? She’d heard it all before. In fact, she’d heard it twelve times tonight.
But it was after 9:30 and the day had been long, so Jenny stood up and said, “I’m afraid our conference is over.”
Brendan’s mom looked at her in confusion. “But I’m just getting started!”
Glancing at the clock, Jenny said, “You got started 45 minutes ago. We were meant to have a 15 minute interview. Our time is up.”
When she started teaching just five short years ago, she used to let parent-teacher tirades go on as long as they lasted. But she’d learned to take better care of her own mental health, and part of that meant setting boundaries with her students’ parents.
“Miss Wong,” Brendan’s mother said. “You don’t have any kids, do you?”
“I have thirty kids per year.”
It took Brendan’s mom a moment to make sense of that statement. When she did, she said, “That’s hardly the same thing.”
Jenny didn’t respond. The angry lines carved into Brendan’s mom’s face faded a touch, and she started to look like a reasonably young woman rather than a dried apple. “It isn’t easy,” she said. “Raising a kid like Brendan. This is the first evening I’ve had to myself in I don’t know how long, and how do I spend it? Yelling at his teacher!”
“His aunt is babysitting?” Jenny asked.
The woman nodded.
“Maybe you could ask her to take him one night a week. Then you could do something just for you. Yoga or a painting class or…”
“A good fuck!”
The words made Jenny jump. They weren’t at all expected. “Sure, that too. Whatever suits you.”
“It’s been so long,” the woman said. She had that desperate sort of sadness that piqued Jenny’s interest. Suddenly this woman wasn’t the one who’d been pacing her classroom, ranting and raving. This was someone unlucky in love, someone who needed a hand.
“I want the very best for your son,” Jenny said. “I hope you know that.”
Nodding, the woman said, “I do, Miss Wong. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.”
“I accept your apology…”
“Rena.”
“I accept your apology, Rena.”
Rena looked at Jenny meaningfully as she rested her weight against one of the small desks.
“Let me show you out,” Jenny said, indicating the door.
As she closed in on Rena, the woman rose quickly, blocking her path.
“Thank you,” Rena said. “For everything you’ve done. I mean it. I really do. I really appreciate…”
Without warning, Rena wrapped both arms around Jenny. Tight arms. To start, Jenny thought she was getting an unexpected hug. Appreciation and gratitude. Sometimes this happened, though more often with students than their parents.
But then Rena’s face closed in on hers. Rena’s lips met her mouth and she didn’t mean to gasp but she did, and that just made room for Rena’s tongue to slip inside. They were kissing. Oh goodness, was this very unexpected! Jenny would never have thought this woman who’d spend 45 minutes yelling at her would suddenly plant a kiss on her lips. Grip her tightly. Run one hand up her spine and the other down her ass. Squeeze.
Jenny knew this wasn’t right. She shouldn’t allow it. And yet she spent her evenings much the same way as her students’ parents. She had no children at home, but she spent her nights planning lessons. She spent her money on classroom necessities. She spent her emotional energy worrying about the ones who needed worrying about.
When did she ever get time to herself? When did she ever get this?
“We can’t,” Jenny said, pulling away, panting. “The door’s unlocked. The principal could walk in at any moment.”
“You’re right,” Rena said, grabbing her purse and hurrying toward the classroom door.
Jenny followed close behind her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
But when Rena arrived at the door, she didn’t pull it open. Instead, she flipped the lock and asked, “What are you sorry for?”
Jenny’s heart beat faster. This was a terrible idea, but she needed it and Rena did too. That much was obvious.
She flipped the light switch so no one would know they were there. They’d have to be quiet. Very quiet. Very quiet. But they were both so much in need. They’d do what needed to be done. Anything for a little affection, for some semblance of adult love.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!
I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
What We Need Here© 2018 Giselle RenardeJenny glanced at the classroom clock while Brendan’s mom continued her tirade. Nothing too good for her son, he wasn’t getting the support he needed, who could possibly understand? She’d heard it all before. In fact, she’d heard it twelve times tonight.
But it was after 9:30 and the day had been long, so Jenny stood up and said, “I’m afraid our conference is over.”
Brendan’s mom looked at her in confusion. “But I’m just getting started!”
Glancing at the clock, Jenny said, “You got started 45 minutes ago. We were meant to have a 15 minute interview. Our time is up.”
When she started teaching just five short years ago, she used to let parent-teacher tirades go on as long as they lasted. But she’d learned to take better care of her own mental health, and part of that meant setting boundaries with her students’ parents.
“Miss Wong,” Brendan’s mother said. “You don’t have any kids, do you?”
“I have thirty kids per year.”
It took Brendan’s mom a moment to make sense of that statement. When she did, she said, “That’s hardly the same thing.”
Jenny didn’t respond. The angry lines carved into Brendan’s mom’s face faded a touch, and she started to look like a reasonably young woman rather than a dried apple. “It isn’t easy,” she said. “Raising a kid like Brendan. This is the first evening I’ve had to myself in I don’t know how long, and how do I spend it? Yelling at his teacher!”
“His aunt is babysitting?” Jenny asked.
The woman nodded.
“Maybe you could ask her to take him one night a week. Then you could do something just for you. Yoga or a painting class or…”
“A good fuck!”
The words made Jenny jump. They weren’t at all expected. “Sure, that too. Whatever suits you.”
“It’s been so long,” the woman said. She had that desperate sort of sadness that piqued Jenny’s interest. Suddenly this woman wasn’t the one who’d been pacing her classroom, ranting and raving. This was someone unlucky in love, someone who needed a hand.
“I want the very best for your son,” Jenny said. “I hope you know that.”
Nodding, the woman said, “I do, Miss Wong. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.”
“I accept your apology…”
“Rena.”
“I accept your apology, Rena.”
Rena looked at Jenny meaningfully as she rested her weight against one of the small desks.
“Let me show you out,” Jenny said, indicating the door.
As she closed in on Rena, the woman rose quickly, blocking her path.
“Thank you,” Rena said. “For everything you’ve done. I mean it. I really do. I really appreciate…”
Without warning, Rena wrapped both arms around Jenny. Tight arms. To start, Jenny thought she was getting an unexpected hug. Appreciation and gratitude. Sometimes this happened, though more often with students than their parents.
But then Rena’s face closed in on hers. Rena’s lips met her mouth and she didn’t mean to gasp but she did, and that just made room for Rena’s tongue to slip inside. They were kissing. Oh goodness, was this very unexpected! Jenny would never have thought this woman who’d spend 45 minutes yelling at her would suddenly plant a kiss on her lips. Grip her tightly. Run one hand up her spine and the other down her ass. Squeeze.
Jenny knew this wasn’t right. She shouldn’t allow it. And yet she spent her evenings much the same way as her students’ parents. She had no children at home, but she spent her nights planning lessons. She spent her money on classroom necessities. She spent her emotional energy worrying about the ones who needed worrying about.
When did she ever get time to herself? When did she ever get this?
“We can’t,” Jenny said, pulling away, panting. “The door’s unlocked. The principal could walk in at any moment.”
“You’re right,” Rena said, grabbing her purse and hurrying toward the classroom door.
Jenny followed close behind her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
But when Rena arrived at the door, she didn’t pull it open. Instead, she flipped the lock and asked, “What are you sorry for?”
Jenny’s heart beat faster. This was a terrible idea, but she needed it and Rena did too. That much was obvious.
She flipped the light switch so no one would know they were there. They’d have to be quiet. Very quiet. Very quiet. But they were both so much in need. They’d do what needed to be done. Anything for a little affection, for some semblance of adult love.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
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